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Peter Parker has probably tried to recreate the ‘rewrite the stars’ scene in the greatest showman and no one can convince me otherwise
He was probably so eager to try it that after grabbing the first avenger he saw would end up crashing into each other because neither person really knew what they were doing
Summary: Peter can't stand that little black dress Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 470 Warnings: 18+ mdni!! female anatomy mentioned a couple of times, smut, MJ and Peter have split up A/N: Idk if anyone else needs him, but i need him
You had been Mayday's babysitter for a year now. In this year Mayday had become quite close to you.
Unknowing to you, so had Peter B Parker.
Lingering glances and touches sent your way only became obvious at the Christmas party Peter invited you to (one that MJ was holding). You weren't the babysitter that night as they had hired a second person to do your job.
You thought it was weird, but oh well, you got paid enough for what you did anyway.
Your outfit consisted of a black shimmering dress, slimming and extenuating in all the right places. You wanted to make a good impression, especially since you were just a babysitter to everyone there
you noticed just how long Peter's hand seemed to linger against your hip when other people were around
The way his fingers dug into your flesh, sending shivers down your spine in the most pleasurable way
In a way that left you wanting more
The whisper and touch of his soft breath against your neck had your knees weak, buckling under the pressure of his presence
His hands grip your thighs as he pushes you against the kitchen counter, hiding from the curious eyes of the party
"Stay quiet.. don't want them to know about our fun, do you?"
His words have you shuddering again, head rolling back against his shoulder as soft lips press against your pulse
You feel the slight drag of teeth and whimper
Peter is enjoying each little whine and squirm he's gifted with. Unbeknownst to you, he's been eyeing you all night long, desperate to gain your attention so he can whisk you away from the sight of people who claim to be so close to him
He drags you up the stairs, exchanging dirty words over hushed whispers
"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around me, baby.."
He has you pinned against a wall before you know it, hands exploring the supple skin underneath your clothes
Peter seems to seamlessly peel your panties off from under the dress, leaving you somewhat exposed as the black fabric scrunches at your hips
His fingers leave bruises in your hips that last for days. The red handprint on your ass didn't seem to disappear for a while either
Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears. It's hard to stay quiet when he's so adamant on lapping at your pretty cunt until his mouth is covered in your slick.
He has you in every position imaginable.
On your knees, fucking your face like there is no tomorrow, legs spread on the bed while your hands fist the sheets. Knees thrown over his shoulders as his tongue flicks against your clit.
All he wants is to please you...
And he does just that.
Your knees are sore the next morning and knuckles are still somewhat white from how hard you clenched the sheets
Your dress seems to be ruined, and you can't seem to find your panties anywhere
Peter greets you with coffee and a smile as if nothing happened, but you take note of that longing look in his eyes that shows he wants more than just one night.
Baby Fever
Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a
"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.
"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.
"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.
"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.
ASTV Master list
Hobart 'Hobie' Brown
Fics
Sure, Next time
Patching Hobie Brown up after a more dangerous encounter with a supervillain. (Hurt/Comfort) (gender neutral)
I'm not a role model. I was a runway model.
Hobie models your own designs (fluff) (gender neutral)
Accidents Happen.
Hobie's piercing gets stuck between your septum ring, leading to a sticky situation (fluff) (gender neutral)
Baby Fever
Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday (gender neutral) (fluff)(drabble)
Unresolved Feelings
Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, but you can't do the same in return (gender neutral) (ft. Gwen) (angst)
Head cannons
Touch Starved! Hobie
Things touch starved Hobie does to you (gender neutral) (slightly suggestive)
What the ASTV boys love about you
Ft. What Hobie loves about you (gender neutral)
Flirtatious! Hobie
Things flirtatious Hobie does to you that he can't get enough of (gender neutral) (fluff)
Miles Morales
Fics
Come home with me.
Asking Miles to come with you to your dimension ends in a little more than you expected (fluff) (gender neutral) (coming soon)
Unknowing and Unexpected
When Miles is taken to dimension 42 he doesn't expect to see an old friend.. or at least a version of one (series)(angst)(gender neutral)(cannon violence)
Headcannons
What the ASTV boys love about you
ft. What Miles Morales loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)
Gwen Stacy
Fics
I missed you
Headcannons
Gwen struggles with keeping her s/o safe (request) (gender neutral) (angst)
Partner
You need a break and Gwen is determined for you to see that (request) (gender neutral) (comfort/hurt)
Interacting with Spider-Woman while dating Gwen
Ft. Playful banter with Spider-Woman (gender neutral) (fluff) (angst)
Miguel O'Hara
Fics
You Don't Deserve Me
Miguel fucked up. (angst) (gender neutral) (short)
Headcannons
What the ASTV boys love about you
Ft. What Miguel O'Hara loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)
Possessive! Miguel
Things possessive Miguel enjoys doing to you (NSFW) (explicit) (gender neutral reader)
Peter B Parker
Fics
Temptation
Peter longs for you more than you think (drabble) (nsfw) (Fem reader) (explicit)
Headcannons
What the ASTV boys love about you
Ft. What Peter B Parker loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)
E-42 Miles Morales
Fics
Cat and Mouse
E-42 Miles realizes he's fallen in deep with his enemy (angst) (fem reader) (coming soon)
Silence
Sometimes all Miles needs is a good hug and some silence (hurt/comfort) (grieving) (gender neutral)
AP Chem
Miles is still a teenager, and you can't help but admire him as he does his AP chemistry homework (fluff) (drabble) (fem)
Headcannons
Soft!42 Miles
Things soft Miles loves about you (gender neutral) (fluff)
Pavitr Prabhakar
Fics
Coming soon
Headcannons
What the ASTV boys love about you
Ft. What Pavitr Prabhakar loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)
Dating Pavitr Prabhakar
He's a little awkward, but it's okay because you love him
Sure, Next Time.
Summary: Hobie only comes to you after trouble Characters/Pairing: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Blood, injuries, dislocated finger, hurt/comfort A/N: Pls bear with me as I attempt his accent lmao
It didn't necessarily surprise you when Hobie accidentally let it slip that he was Spider-Punk. You could recognize the sticker abused guitar and stressed leather jacket anywhere. What did surprise you was the number of injuries he sustained and how easily he could hide them from you. If he had a limp his excuse was, "Tripped in my boots, luv." Any other injuries he used the excuse of having started a fight with some capitalist douchebag. And you believed it. It was only until he came back for you to patch him up after every battle that you began to truly let your anxiety feed into it.
Hobie had climbed through your window at 2am. The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the moon was shrouded in clouds. You had become a light sleeper as of late, the rise in crime getting on your nerves and preventing that precious rest you craved.
You woke up at the sound of those familiar heavy boots against your tiled floor. Squinting, you recognized the familiar shadow of a certain spider-man, or at least the shadow of the spikes on his head. "Hobie?" You reached to turn on your bedside lamp. Tired eyes squinted as the warm light enveloped the room. Your voice was scratchy from having been woken up at an ungodly hour. Your hair was all over the place, strands in front of your eyes and sticking out in ways that you didn't know it could. You thought this was a dream with how Hobie had frozen like a deer in headlights at the end of your bed.
Hobie thought he could just slip in and out, weaving his way to your bathroom and taking a couple of bandages for his trip home. He was wrong and now look at him. He had barely made it to your house in one place and there was no doubt that he was not making it back to his own. All his weight was on his left leg, he was using a web connected to your roof as leverage to keep him upright. You could see a dark stain seeping through his mask just above where you assumed his left eyebrow to be. You suspected there to be more than what you could see through his mask but would have to wait until you finally got him to the bathroom sink to find out.
The corners of his lips turned up as he watched you struggle to untangle your legs from the bedsheets. "Need some help, luv?" A shit eating grin adorned his face, but you couldn't see it. Even when he was injured, he still managed to make your cheeks flush in embarrassment.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm just fine." You huffed, finally finding the floor against your feet and taking steady steps towards the injured man. You didn't see him using your roof as leverage and silently cursed yourself for taking so long. "You better not pull out my roof with that web. Otherwise, you'll be the one dealing with my landlord." You huffed only half-joking. Humour seemed to be your coping mechanism. "Don't get all funny on me now, luv." He chuckled, sounding worn out and in pain. You helped him through your mediocre apartment, having draped his arm over your shoulders and letting him rest his weight against you as you walked (stumbled) to the bathroom.
With a slight huff through your nose and grunt that you wished was silent, Hobie was now sitting on your toilet, the lid shut. He was too tall when he sat on the sink (you found that out the first time he came over) and well, you didn't have much room up there to begin with. You crouched to the cupboard below your sink. In a Spider-Punk themed box (made by you to tease Hobie) was a consistent supply of bandages, disinfectant wipes, alcohol wipes, splints, etc. There was everything you could think of that someone would need when injured. You made this box not long after the first time Hobie came back with blood dripping from his forehead, and you didn't have anything to help. That night was filled with gentle apologies and worried glances.
"Can you take the mask off, Hobes?" You mumbled, having pulled the box onto the sink. You turned to watch him, tired eyes noticing just how he flinched when he moved his arms to push the mask over his head and tossing it to the floor. His hands were trembling, one of his fingers looking to be the slightest bit out of place. The cut above his eyebrow was bleeding profusely and it looked as if part of his piercing had been pulled on.
"'s not as bad as it looks." His hands gently moved to rest on your hips, eyes glancing towards the worried look on your face before moving to the roof. "Not as bad as it looks. Baby, you've probably got a concussion... No, you've definitely got a concussion." You mumbled, hands already digging into that spider-punk themed medicine box. You managed to pull out some baby wipes and a few alcohol wipes. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, heart thumping in your ears. Your hands came up to caress his face, taking a baby wipe to gently wipe the blood dripping down his face. There was a visible wince and a hiss of pain that came from the touch. Hobie's long fingers gripped the fabric of your pyjamas.
"I'm sorry, Hobie..." you muttered, trying to be as gentle and careful as possible. Once the cut was cleaned and a bandage was placed over it, it was time to move to his finger. "I'm even more sorry about this. We're gonna need to put it back in place, okay?" You were kind of glad you took that health course in high school now.
Hobie let out a groan, too tired to respond with words, but it was clear he was not looking forward to it. His hands released their grip on your hips and instead were placed in your palms. "Okay, we're gonna count to three and I'll put it back in. That good, baby?" You asked.
The suspense was killing Hobie, he was already in pain as it was. He's had dislocated digits before, so he understood the importance of getting the limb back in its socket as soon as possible, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it. He nodded. "Yeah, okay." He hummed in response. Except you didn't even count. You waited until he spoke up and quickly pushed the digit back into its socket, earning a muffled (still loud) groan of indescribable pain. "I'm sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry. It's over now." You apologized, wrapping his swollen wrist in a compression bandage. The tears brimming in his eyes and the sick pop of his finger had you feeling queasy. You felt your stomach flip and not in the usual happy way it did when Hobie was around. However, you pushed the feeling aside, hands resting on his cheeks as you leaned in to press a small kiss just to the left of his bandage.
"Let's get you to bed..."
After finally fixing up his injuries the two of you had found yourselves lying in bed. Hobie was next to you, one arm drapes over your stomach, the other resting under his head. His lips brushed against your cheek.
"I worry about you. About what you're doing." You spoke quietly, glancing back into his eyes for a moment. "I know it's for the greater good, but seeing you come home in the middle of the night half dead every day is- It's not nice." You rambled quietly before finally going silent.
He huffed through his nose, although it wasn't angry. "I know, luv. Gonna give you a heart attack one day." he joked, pressing his lips to your temple. "I love you." The words came out quiet, barely leaving his lips before you turned to face him.
"I love you too, Hobes. But next time you get a dislocated finger just go to a doctor. I literally felt sick from that." You mentioned, earning a small nod and a deep chuckle.
"Sure... next time." He mumbled in response, closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you securely. There was no need to worry about the outside world as long as you were in his arms.
Runway Model
Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff
Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.
"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.
"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.
The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.
By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.
There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.
Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.
Hobie Brown would do anything for you.
New sketchbook ^∇^
I coulda sworn I posted this before, but I guess not? It was from March, so it's a little outdated in terms of art style preferences for me but I was cleaning out some old files and thought why not!
So... I saw Across the Spiderverse...
EYESTRAIN!!
h. hey u wanna. u wanna kno what's funni abt this piece.?
i did it all. with a trackpad.
why? because the tablet was too far away and i was already comfy in bed.
I offer you a... (holds gently) Spider-Man doodle :)
A Spider-man inspired series of sketches on Blackholeca’s Pied Piper :)
Shoto
Reference: Spiderman comic
IM SO LATE FOR THIS🤣 GLAZE WENT DOWN RIGHT BEFORE I WAS READY TO POST IT TOO
My Spidersona: Sage Spider
Based on the: Orchard Spider
He doesn't have web shooters, sage's webs are made of the silk threads of his hoodie. Since he's still a newbie he has a very finite amount of threads to use. Loosing any means he has less mobility over time, so leaving any behind or letting them be destroyed isn't an option for him.
The hoodie is constantly being unraveled and respund back to its original form as he moves throughout the city. The extra straps are the first to go, followed by his sleeves, and as a last resort the torso.
Sage's overall strength is lesser than other spidermen, but he makes up for it with around 1.5x more speed than the others.
He's also a master of pressure points, so while Sage isn't as heavy hitting, he makes damn sure it HURTS.
"There are two types of Anomalies...tragedies and miracles. Miles Morales is a miracle."
GUESS WHAT MOVIE I JUST WATCHED??
I miss it when peters apartment looked like a hot mess
No Way Home screening was cancelled due to sound issues and saw this in the lobby
i LOVE being able to see the difference in the frames per second animation styles here
Wow, this really would’ve had me crying for at least ten full minutes two years and some odd months ago. Huh.
To wipe out half of the universe with the snap of his fingers
Speaking ill of the Dead
Okay, let’s have this conversation. The tragedy on the Titan Sub is an incredibly complicated topic, less so because of the actual technical issues of the submarine but for the actions of the company and crew. Perhaps by calling it a tragedy I have already made my opinion somewhat clear, but let me lament about the topic a bit further.
Clearly the company did not take well enough actions prior to the dive of the submarine. It has had no peer review, not certification, and every attempt to express concern on the Submarines integrity was ignored in favor of a quicker time tune over and a profit. This is an inherent problem in the Adventure industry, where something that is meant to be undertaken slowly, carefully, and by well prepared experts is done by people who want an adrenaline rush and an experience. This leads to a lot of tragedy in the Industry.
Secondly, the crew aboard has made some questionable designs in their life. I believe one report I saw claimed the co-founder of OceanGate and pilot of the Submarine was previously a private jet owner and flyer and thus according the account responsible for heavy air pollution and in passion of already great wealth. I believe they (the author of the account) found this to be abhorrent, and anybody who respects this earth would react to pollution, and found him to be a terrible human being.
There is also the issue of whether or not the site of tragedy should be a tourist destination, and also the waver the crew signed when entering the vessel. The waver clearly stated it was an experimental vessel and an uncertified one at that.
Now none of these are what I have an issue with, seeing as I honestly think many mistake were made, that’s what makes it a tragedy and not a horror. What I have issue with it going around saying they deserved death, as though we should let people make their beds and lie in them, as though we should look death in the face and call it humane and right, as though I am supposed to speak ill of dead men for their money.
So I’m going to go into these issues, from the point of view of a Sailors child. My parent is a sailor, and a Submariner at that. We’ve had extensive talks about the issues here, and I’d like to poke a few holes, a patch a few others, and make some conversation while I’m at it.
I would like to ask you dear readers, what in the world do you actually know about Submarines? Had you read that waver, would you honestly believe there would better options? Would you know about the three to five organizations that certify Submarines or would you assume uncertified meant non-military? Would you not assume this new and amazing technologically was of course experimental? For what else could innovation in adventure be?
There has been some outrage about the fact that the submarine was piloted by a game controller, well guess what, Navy Submarines have them too. Until very recently most Periscopes on Submarines were made to function through a highly calibrated set of mirrors. Quite literally mirrors. The submarine scene from the Fast and Furious 8 movie made me so mad, because there is not enough technology in an older submarine for Cipher to hack if she tried. Now, the most recent submarines use digital cameras in their periscopes. Want to know how they maneuver that? With an Xbox game controller. One of the Sailors pointed out that the technology for game control, meant to be intuitive to the user, could be very useful on the submarine and thus the engineers made it happen. Do not pretend the wireless, intuitive controller is not amazing technology because it helps you play video games.
Another thing about Submarines, did you know that worldwide, during peace time, many nations have a specific system set up with each other to do search and rescue for submarines? Look up the disappearance of the ARA San Juan, an Argentina sub that also imploded and was only located with national help. The Hulk wasn’t too far off when he talked about being in a pressurized can being a bad idea. Submarines are some of the most deadly machines we have, in their military use and how much danger there is to operate them. As such, the international community reacts to them according. The US Navy specifically has a policy of being able to launch search and recovery equipment to the needed location or at least en route to within 24 hours of notification. This includes sonar and deep sea ROVs. Based on previous precedence set by Submarine emergencies, the international community is more likely to respond to Submarine disasters quicker, they have less time.
So Yes, the tragedy of the refugee ship of Greece is a politically fueled tragedy and loss of life, but it is not the same as the Titan. The Titan didn’t get more attention because it has billionaires on board, it got more attention because it was a Submarine. Submarines have the benefit of being a recent dilemma for the world theaters, so they have more modern solutions while Refugees and Sailing ships have had centuries of existence to be wrangled into political machinations that make it complicated to rescue too retrieve.
What is more likely to be a problem is the retrieval or lack there of the bodies, as those bodies are usually mounted over, but bodies lost at sea rarely get returned. The Navy has always held that the ocean is a fit and final resting place for those lost at sea, and while due respect is paid to their loss, retrieving the bodies and wreckage is harrowing and expensive. If you truly want to rage against those with a lot of a money, start asking who’s going to be paying for the retrieval operation and all that time spent searching. I would argue it should be OceanGate, for their negligence in the integrity of their Submarine lead to a loss of life.
I will also honestly say this, I hate to speak ill of the dead even when it must be done. Yes, some of these people lost did terrible things, but they did not only do evil in their life and their story should not just be “They did this but they also did this!” it should be instead “They did this and this.” Was the french diver not also one of the only certified people to take wreckage from the Titanic to surface for study, posterity, and for museums? Was the British explorer not also a history enthusiast who was excited to see a piece of history he studied so fondly? Was the Son not also a student? Perhaps the pilot did pollute the earth, you’d be hard pressed to find someone who hadn’t, his crime is perhaps instead doing nothing to fix pollution.
I believe a lot of us apply Spiderman's “With Great Power comes Great Responsibility” to those with Wealth, and while not wrong we get too disappointed when they fail to meet our standards. They are not obligated to help the world, as much as we need them to be. We want them to be better people, but they won’t always be. It is not wealth that made them bad, but their actions or lack thereof with it that did.
The Navy hosts something called the Submarine ball, to celebrate the creation of the Submarine force. And every Submarine ball, they will list the submarines sunk and the life lost on them. I have gone too many times, heard that speech and list too many times to call the death by horrific pressure and cold and drowning something somebody has to have had deserved.
Look up the specifics of implosion, of death, of how your blood boils if you rise to fast, of the cold seeping in so fast you feel like ice, to the lack of hair, and tell me you wish that on people. Tell me you have enough in you to wish somebody to die by the sea, lost and scared, and tell me how that makes you a righteous and good person. By all means rage an injustice, rage at the unfair, but do not turn that into a right to murder, to kill, and wish death on others.
I'm obsessed with spiderman!! And teenagemutant turtle is so cool! This has got to be my favorite crossover ever! I want more so bad!!
they are friends they are friends they are friends
SPIDER-MIKEY!! happy spooky month yall :>
Annabel as Deadpool! (I’m gonna call her Dead-Lee) sequel to spider-lenore
(tw for blood/gore under the cut)
